Time for a final goodbye
I kept going to correct M.'s thesis. (I'm definitely the wrong person for this job). Than I got a message from M., living 55 km/ 35 miles away, that I should have a look out of the window. The silos would have their last morning. And he was right. Until the evening one of them disappeared.
It's funny to get such a hit from far away :-D
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